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lyrics

There's a melon in the field I will steal with my eyes
To keep the bellies of the voices in my head all satisfied
The mandolin is playing and there's an echo slowly saying
"There's a message from the optic nerve, the symptom's to be paying,
For the cold that I'm to have, with Arthritis coming early,
And the stomach aches to come ruin the fun of all the wordy
Doctor talk that I will miss, when I'm deaf and start to hiss,
At the darkness and the darker coming dusk with a new lisp..."
(And I can't say my S's without sounding like a snake)